"It's over."
Wang Qiran slapped his forehead. This situation was unlikely to end well.
He noticed people around them were quickly paying their bills and preparing to leave.
It seemed they had witnessed the proprietress's temper before.
"Good, very good."
Seeing the guests voluntarily settle their tabs and depart, the proprietress wore a ferocious smile. She pointed at the bowl of noodles, "You refuse the toast, so you'll take the forfeit, huh? Let me tell you, today, you will properly eat everything here! If you don't finish it, you're not leaving!"
"Don't you eat crab roe every day? You won't be missing out today! And let me show you what I'm capable of." The proprietress, seeing the other customers gone, no longer bothered with pretense. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to begin.
Someone dared to cause trouble? Then today she would make sure these people understood the consequences of defying her!
"I won't eat it," Dongfang Jingjing said, crossing her arms stubbornly. She wouldn't compromise with this woman, and she was right. Why was this person refusing to admit it?
At this moment, the surrounding waiters and the chefs inside also came out.
Without exception, everyone looked at Dongfang Jingjing with ill intent.
Some leered at her, seemingly ready to act.
Zhuge Lan's brows furrowed slightly.
"This squinty-eyed guy is kinda handsome," someone suddenly said.
"Then we'll make sure he's not handsome later," another person replied.
"Close the door!"
The proprietress gave the order, and the shop was immediately shut.
Wang Qiran slapped his head again, full of regret. He reached for his phone, intending to call the police, when someone pointed a long ladle at him. "You little punk, you want to call the cops?"
"Uh... no, I, just taking a souvenir photo?"
Saying that, Wang Qiran quickly snapped a few pictures.
"Attack! How dare you take photos!"
With the proprietress's command, everyone surged forward!
It was at this moment that Zhuge Lan brought his index and middle fingers together and stepped in front of Dongfang Jingjing.
"This kid, playing the hero? Aren't they all in trouble themselves!"
Wang Qiran saw this scene and thought with confusion...
The next second, he changed his mind.
The people rushing towards them, for some unknown reason, were aiming their weapons at Zhuge Lan, but in the end, these items collided with their own faces.
The proprietress was stunned and immediately shouted, "What are you doing!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she let out a scream. A colander hit her on the head with such force that she fell to the ground.
"Zhao Chuandeng! What the hell are you doing! How dare you hit me!"
"Ah? No..."
Now everyone was confused. They didn't know what was happening, only that they seemed to have hit their own people?!
Why?
Weren't they aiming at the squinty-eyed guy? How did it turn out like this?
Zhuge Lan, with his squinty eyes, stared at them and said, "Luan Jin Tuo!"
Immediately after, these people felt a powerful force surge through them again. Without exception, each one rolled a couple of times on the ground, crashing into nearby tables and chairs, and began to wail in pain.
He had already set up a formation upon entering, just in case.